Pages From My Diary

Here's a poem, I won't say much for this as it is wrote for the sailing vessels and the valorous souls on board and my reflections over the current affairs. The seas turned silent The winds came to a halt Calls from the vessels Traveled thousands of miles Spread over the skies I sat there saying my prayers A leaf fell in I looked up at the moonlit sky And saw the constellations But not of Leo or Ara They were the constellations of Sara, Noor, Zain and thousands of others They looked down on me Questions in their eyes 'The vessels call you' They said 'Do you dare to answer' My heart leaps I wish I could answer them Say yes to the call Burn the boats like they did But how am I supposed to tell them That I'm behind the bars The bars I've created for myself The bars so nugatory compared to the ones Sinwar faced The bars I can break, But am not brave enough to The constellations disappeared Air rustles again Scent of the seas fills my chamber I sit there on m...

  Hello readers, I'm back after a short break. I think this time is enough for a break, not too long, nor too short So today's poem is on the topic of the ongoing Palestine issue, maybe I'm quite late in this regard, and I should've done this pretty sooner, well, I had intended to do so, but ideas won't come to me and yet, when they had finally sprung up, I picked up my pen and started filling pages of my diary. Shall I tell you a story? A story of excitement and happiness A story of love and hugs A story of peace and prosperity A story of the clear blue skies, and the lush green land of figs, olives, and prophets A story of the names embroidered on my family tree A story of my old home A home long lost Shall I tell you a story? A story of tears and sadness A story of harshness and bitterness A story of shoves and hatred A story of loss and despair A story of patience and resistance A story of the dark, grey skies And the grey, barren land of the dead A story of nam...